Monday, 8 May 2017

I Want You Back

To Clare, I want you to know,
That my seeds to you I will sow,
Until you come to humbly be
With me respectfully.
I will entertain you with my wisdom
An oracle of things to come.
Guide me with your knowledge
Which to me is a pilgrimage.

Hold my hand and let me lead the way
To better times of playing without decay.
I was ill when we parted, a sad ending
So let's be truthful without pretending,
As it's not a lie to say I cry,
Can't you reason justly why.

Copyright Andrew Stevenson 08/05/2017

Thank you. Love love, Andrew. Bye.

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